Poem: One More Rep

I walk into the room, and I go into another world
Of steel, blood, sweat, and shouts of anger
Stress disperses out from my inner soul
Making me forget the worries of everyday life
I just feel the pump of blood flowing through my veins
With each repetition I feel stronger
Each set, I throw on more weight till my legs tremble
Some would call this feeling pain
But pain doesn't exist in this world of man and metal 
This pain is more like the warmth of a sunny day
I'm not addicted to this world either; it is a way of life
Always pushing for one more rep, like it’s my last breath